Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

I follow my heart, for I can trust it.

The first great law is to obey.

Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.

Every great mind seeks to labor for eternity. All men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?